Connecticut western news., 1887-09-07
A GOOD CATCH.
BY EMILY LENNON.

'sMr. Ainsley Arbuthnot" was the name beautifully engraved on the ele- gant visiting card which servant pre- sented to Evelyn Ogden, as she stood before a tall pier-glass, admiring the sweep of her white satin tram, and the wave of her glossy black hair.
 ''You arc ready, I suppose Sybil?" she asked, with disdainful glance at her shy little cousin, whose modest toll cite of wine-colored cashmere hardly suited Miss Evelyn's elaborate taste
 "Oh, yes!' Sybil answered, promptly. 'I have been ready for some time"
 "Why don't you put some white lace around your neek2" Evelyn asked, criti- cally. ''You look so-oh, so plain"
 She was going to say "countrytied, but repented of that and amended her speech.
 'I haven't any lace," sybil said, frankly.
 "Tll lend you my fichu," said Evelyn, less in spirit of generosity than in a wish to have Sybil look semi-respect- able.
 Thanks" was tho gentle reply, "but l would rather net borrow any fine feathers, Evelyn, dear. Don't mind nae. I couldn't look anything but plain if I tried, and it will sui. me better to creep into quiet corner where no one will see me. I can enjoy your triumphs, cousin, for I am sure you will have them. You look beautiful tonight"
 ''Do you think so1" said Evelyn, with conscious, glance toward the mirror.s 'I am glad this dress is so becoming MT. Arbuthnot- -afurcs white.
 'I almost wish hadn't said would go," observed Sybil, looking down at her own plain dress. 'I am afraid I shall disgrace you, Evelyn. I don't even know how to behave, for never heard of progressive-angling party before."
 ''Oh, it's simple enough, "said Evelyn, buttoning her long gloves. ''There will be lot of tubs, or unch-bowls, probably, and we will all have gilt fish ing rods and lines, with hooks on them The fish are hollow and have prizes in side. We all fish for them, and nobody knows what he is going to get till the fish are opened. There is to be gold ring in one tonight, they say. It will be like wedding cake. But you needn't worry, Sybil; I'll tell you what to do." Sybil was not worrying. She was perfectly quiet-in fact, so much so, that Evelyn fancied her brilliant escort would not be at all pleased with this unex- pected addition to their party.
 Sybil had come to the city to try and get position as teacher, and Evelyn did not fancy taking her out in society but Mir. Ogden had tender feeling fol his sisters child, and commanded his daughter to show her all the honors due to distinguished guest. ....
 'sMy cousin, Miss Weir, MT. Arbuth- not" said Evelyn, presenting Sybil tc the gentleman who awaited them in the parlor.
 Ainsley Arbuthnots keen eyes had swept in an instant over the white satin gown, with the mental observations:
 "Oyerdressed"
 They rested now upon the slander little figure in the soft, rich-colore6 cashmere, and they lighted with gcnuin, admiration.
 '1 am pleased to make your acquaint ance, Miss Welr," he said, with tha quiet yet impressive manner which i such valuable gift.
 Sybil murmured something, but he eyelids fell before that magncti glance.
 How handsome he was, and how per fectly self-possessedl It was no woude that Evelyn was always talking abou Ainsley Arbuthnot.
 He was rich, too, they said, thougl Sybil thought very little about wealth save as some far-away thing which sh would probably never possess in all he lifetime.
 The progressive angling" went on a Mrs. Bayards house. where Sybil felt a though she were in fairy-land, anon flowers and fragrance, and parti- colore, lights, that shone on crowd of elegant ly-dressed men and women, who move about in scene of rare beauty an splendor.
 ssMust I fish tool" Sybn asked nervously, as she looked shyly at tn superb cut-glass bowls, in which art ficial goldfish were swji.Soing in pci fumed water. 'I would rather not" 'Don't be afraid" said Arbuthnot kindly. ''They all make botches of it. "Aren't you going to fish, Arbuth not2" called out an exquisite youth, wh wore primrose and an cye-Slass 'It no end of . lark, 'pon honor It's sue fun to see those stupid little tin thing wrigglep'
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